Mortimer and Myrtle A Love Story
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It was an ordinary day for Jessica Spurling get up dress in the strict school uniform with practical white bra and panties, sensible grey skirt and white blouse with blazer; then watch her favourite anime series before heading out to school and as always she timed it just right. Shouting goodbye to her mum and sister she set off (their father had left them for another woman some years earlier). Walking down the garden on the way to the bus she noticed that something was taped to the gate.
It was a warm October night and I was at a college football game with a few buddies. Throughout the first half of the game, I looked to my right and there was this hot sexy bald guy 3 sections to my right. He had huge arms and was wearing a black wife-beater and jeans. We kept looking at each other and at each time, he would show that bright smile of his.At halftime, I went to the restroom and used one of the stalls, luckily I was the only one in the bathroom. As I opened the stall, he was...
Summertime In Colorado I absolutely love summertime. The hotter it is the less the girls wear. Instead of long jeans they wear short shorts. Instead of full blouses they wear skimpy tops. Coats are strictly out of the question too. Bikinis are popular even if it is just the top half with a micro mini skirt. Like I said I absolutely love summertime. Girls of all ages are wonderful to look at. Touching them might be a different story but looking at them is still legal. The problem...
Summertime Blues Author's Note: This is an old story of mine which I self-edited using the great suggestions I been receiving. I will go back and edit it more. I want to see how well I could implement the suggestions which I got. Also, I want to give a thanks to all the people who had help me in my writing. It was a bright sunny Saturday afternoon in July yet it was raining in Joe's mind. This was for Joe was having a run of the mill bad day so he headed to the bar for a drink. He...
But there was something missing, eventually I had to do something about it. I sent a text, just "?" to Kennedy. It wasn't too long before a terse reply came, "You want something?" I thought that was obvious, "Yes." Kennedy's next reply cut to the heart of the matter, "Doesn't the slut do that for you?" Kennedy never did seem to like Kiki, calling her "the slut," the feeling seemed to be mutual, Kiki called her "The Bitch" (on the rare occasions they acknowledged each...
On Susan Major’s desk the telephone rang. She glanced at it with a frown. That was all she needed. Didn’t the world and their ape know that she was up to her eyebrows in work and with a never-ending pile of more work that stretched to the dim and distant horizon to be done? Why is there never a temp around when you need one? Hopefully, whoever it was would just go away if she ignored it. The telephone rang again – this time it sounded more insistent as if complaining to her that ‘Hey, you’re...
Housecalls by UmmmDonuts I have worked at a local department store for the last few years. It was a big store that housed a dental center and a hair salon. I used to love walking by the salon and getting a whiff of the perming solutions and hair sprays. All the girls that worked in the salon were nice. One in particular was very friendly with me. She was a middle aged woman who was well versed in all aspects of her profession. She was slender and would change her hair...
Dirty Spanking Phonecalls. On Susan Major's desk the telephone rang. She glanced at it with a frown. That was all she needed. Didn't the world and their ape know that she was up to her eyebrows in work and with a never-ending pile of more work that stretched to the dim and distant horizon to be done? Why is there never a temp around when you need one? Hopefully, whoever it was would just go away if she ignored it. The telephone rang again - this time it sounded more insistent as if...
“The prosperity of the pride depends on a successful hunt,” the narrator said as a lioness stalked through the brush, her straw-colored coat shining in the hot African sun. Her round ears pricked up, and the camera panned over to a warthog, the tusked animal raising its head from the ground to sniff at the air intently as clouds of flies swarmed around it. “She approaches, silent, waiting for the perfect moment to strike...” There was a surge of drums as the lioness leapt from her hiding...
The Nutaku's booty calls game! Dating can be tough. It takes money getting a bitch drunk enough for a butt-fuck and a Dirty Sanchez. Nowadays, you’ll also have to worry about some #metoo bullshit if you don’t make her cum a dozen times. It’s bad enough that sometimes I’d rather play dating sims like Booty Calls on Nutaku.Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. A video game may never be as a great as a real-life bang, even when coupled with a really kickass silicone pussy. Sometimes you gotta make do, though....
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There is one thing I truly hate about my job and that is getting a late night phone call. When a call like that comes in, it means only one thing...murder. I've been a Homicide Detective for over 20 years and have seen the worse that a supposed civilized man can do to another.My years in the Marines before I became a cop were less bloody. Sure, it was war and we killed each other, but here, stateside, among our own people is where I find the true cruelty of man. I'm coming up on mandatory...
A few years ago, my wife was having a midlife crisis while I was away serving in Iraq. She was both lonely and horny. She had been without me for nearly 8 months and I still had four more months to go on my tour of duty. Char is an attractive 40 year old woman, 5'8" tall with blonde hair and green eyes. She keeps herself in great shape and still has a body to prove it, 36-30-36. Our sex life is absolutely wonderful when I am there, and I would not change a thing. She is a Hottie and we are...
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Summertime: Chapter 1 By Tommie Summertime, and the living was easy. I had just graduated college and I was home for the summer. My parents were on vacation and I had the house to myself. I had settled into a relaxed routine. Up late, lazy breakfast, a little bit of work on the computer to keep my hand in for the programmer's job I was starting in the fall. Then, as often as not, a lazy afternoon reading in the back yard before soccer training in the evening. Soccer had paid my...
There is one thing I truly hate about my job and that is getting a late night phone call. When a call like that comes in, it means only one thing ... murder. I’ve been a Homicide Detective for over 20 years and have seen the worse that a supposed civilized man can do to another. My years in the Marines before I became a cop were less bloody. Sure, it was war and we killed each other, but here, stateside, among our own people is where I find the true cruelty of man. I’m coming up on mandatory...
November 8, 1993, Chicago, Illinois A dark fog swirled before my eyes as I tried to take stock. My head hurt, badly. I felt something on my face and realized, dimly, it was an oxygen mask. My right hand was uncomfortable and I recognized the feeling of an IV and pulse-oximeter. My left arm ached fiercely. On my chest I felt the pads and wires of an EKG. I didn’t feel anything else wrong as I continued taking inventory. I tried to open my eyes, but the fog didn’t clear. I tried to speak, but...
Hi. My name is Gary Winston and I turned 18 years old, on my last vacation before going to college. I was an electronic and computer genius. At that time I invented a small gadget that when attached the right way to a phone extension, you could listen in on the calls on the other extensions without that infamous 'click' that was the giveaway. I could connect the device to my computer, have the calls recorded and listen to them at any time. I showed Dad my latest invention just before he left...
The Honor Of Serving My Country - Duty Calls And Booty Calls By Katharine Sexkitten It was a cold, grey morning outside, the day they unwrapped me. Looking down slowly, after weeks of nervous anticipation, almost dreading what I'd see, I couldn't help myself. My emotions got the best of me and I lost it, crying. Great bubbling tears and sobs wracked me, my eyes instantly so filled with liquid that my own vision of myself was distorted, seeing everything rounded and wavy, like...
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I replace the receiver of the phone back into its base. I watch my hand, surprised to see it steady. I sit quietly on the edge of the bed for a few moments. I stare unseeing at the phone. Everything I believe in suddenly called into question. My reality and whether or not I can trust my own memories, mind and judgment. All changed with the simple ring of a phone.This was the second call I had received in less than a week to challenge my feelings and memories. Let me start with the first one.I...
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SPELLS r' US: Showtime By Raven Jeff was a drama student at the university. Ever since he was a little boy he wanted to be an actor. Jeff grew up watching all of the old greats: Errol Flynn, Douglas Fairbanks, Jr., and all of the swashbuckling heros. In truth, that is how he pictured him- self. The modern movies just couldn't capture the "daring-do" of the old black and whites! Jeff was convinced that when he became a star, he would be able to bring...
e amaze each other, Jennifer, but I'm going to amaze you the most. I have a passion to live within easy reach of Shaftsbury Avenue and the rest of theatreland. Footlights and greasepaint are part of me and I constantly need to feel the pulse of the West End. That being the case I'm going to make Horace Pratt an offer for this house." "You're going to buy number nineteen?" Jennifer asked incredulously, "But how? You're always so short of money. You never have two brass pennies to rub...
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The darkness enveloped them both, lit only by a small pink-shaded lamp on her side of the bed. They’d been married for years, until chance and the fortune of summertime alone, free of children for a short time, led them to discover their lovemaking anew, slow and sensual, a contrast to the hurried, giggling, sneaking around after the kids were abed. She would slip into their bedroom, right before he was due to come home, stripping off her clothes and lying in the semidarkness. No toys or...
Michael Hawkins was your typical student in school. He made sure that all of his studies were done before anything else had happened in his life. A lot of times, he wished he had more freedom to do what he had wanted but his parents were afraid that he may stray down a path of drugs and crime. Michael’s brother David was doing a life bid for murder and he had been locked up for 5 years of a life sentence with no chance of parole so his parents made sure tht they did everything they could to...
Welcome to the Summertime Incest Story Collection, an anthology of short incest stories sharing the hottest season’s setting or vibe. As it is summer, Father’s Day in June will feature in a few stories but they may reflect themes of hot summer lust, occur during a summer vacation, or simply take place in the season. And, while we are currently talking about summer in the northern half of the planet as it happens right now this could be summer in the Southern Hemisphere or a hot week in the...
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Michael Hawkins was your typical student in school. He made sure that all of his studies were done before anything else had happened in his life. A lot of times, he wished he had more freedom to do what he had wanted but his parents were afraid that he may stray down a path of drugs and crime. Michael's brother David was doing a life bid for murder and he had been locked up for 5 years of a life sentence with no chance of parole so his parents made sure tht they did everything they could to...
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Mary looked over the card she received from the handsome man at the door to the porno shop in Central City. The well-dressed, black guy. The fellow who had driven her to tears of pleasure. The fellow she had John suck off with her as the last ditch effort to retain her sanity from the yard o’ beef they’d encountered in this gloryhole. The card read, ANSON BLAINE, CONSULTANT. That was all. She lay in bed that night, remembering his huge black cock…tasting it…fucking it…nursing on the...
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His sweat and body odor mixed together into a foul smell that was repellant and made all the more so because I could not get away. He had pulled me up and had his back against a tree and his front guarded by my body. He pulled me around the tree, trying to see everywhere at once, wondering where the mysterious attacker would come at him next. I must have looked scared. I certainly felt it and the emotion was powerful enough that even now I get a cold shiver. We waited for what seemed an...
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Shortly after my Nurse Practitioner, Sherry, gave me her triple treatment the first time I saw her in my doctor’s office, one of the ladies at the front desk called me and said that Sherry desired to come to my home on a house call to further treat me. I was astonished because doctors and others in the medical field haven’t made house calls for many years now. But knowing full well what Sherry had in mind, I told the lady who called me that Sherry was welcome to come to my home and treat me...
Not for the underaged in body or spirit. I mean it! Read Congressional Committee Reports if you must do smut! PHONE CALLS By Vickie Tern "' '" "Hello?" "Janet, thank God you're home!" "Cary?" "Yes. You've got to help me!" "Oh? Help you?" "Yes!" "Now calm down, Cary! Help you how? What's wrong?" "Everything! Nadine has found out about us!" "Found out? Found out exactly what?" "A neighbor saw us last Tuesday when we...
“Hello. No need to be alarmed. I have taken over your computer to talk to you, and I’ve frozen you and time itself so you don’t interrupt me and nobody interrupts us. Now I’m assuming this is your first time talking to a supreme being like myself. I can’t give you my real name due to its power being too much for your mortal soul, but you can simply call me the Universe. That’s normally the calls for help I answer anyways. The people who turn to gods aren’t as fun, so I leave those to my...
Mind ControlTribal Calls“Honey, can you hear me?“ Michelle’s voice sounded out of Bastian’s laptop.“Yeah, darling, I can hear you perfectly,” Bastian answered, waving back at his young wife on the screen before him.“We’ve finally arrived in the village, and everything is set for the wedding the day after tomorrow. Two weeks are over, only two more to go until you’ve got me back in good old Germany!”Bastian smiled at her and once again he became painfully aware that Michelle had been gone for 14 days...